“From this hour I ordain myself loosed of limits and imaginary lines..” -Walt Whitman, Song of the Open Road

Where’s Waldoshaughnessy?

Greetings from Whitefish, MT, friends. Sorry for the delay in the progress reports. It turns out they don’t have computers in the states of Washington or Idaho. You think I’m joking. Next time you’re there and you see someone smiling nervously and typing in front of a “computer”, take a look under the desk. The cord from the kepad is probably just laying on the ground, attached to nothing. They’re just faking it and hoping you don’t notice that they don’t have that new fangled technology yet. They should soon, though. Just like cable TV.

Okay, none of that is true. I’ve just been in some pretty boonie-licious places and it has been hard to get in front of one these here internet super highway connector thingies. Prepare yourself for a Loosed backlog mega-blog-update-athon. Starting.. now.

P.S. Anyone guess at what this farm’s growing? It smells real pretty-like. If you don’t know, as your girflriend. Or boyfriend if he’s into that sort of thing.